In a room filled with people
I am alone
I do not belong
They sing not my song
My thoughts
They wander
Over soaring heights
Beautiful flights
Meaningful
Divine
I long for the company of those
Who are mine
Here, in a crowd
I am alone
What do I know
Of meaningless chatter
Polite talk
While sizing each other up
Calculating
Deducing
Planning
Manipulating
For a selfish means
I want to be with people
I love and admire
Not in a dark dirty mire
Filled with selfish and
Lost souls
That is why
In a room full of such people
I am alone
I must commend you for this beautiful poem, Arti! You may be alone but you stand taller than any other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful it really hits home I suffer from PSTD from when I was little in very dark place